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Amoretti: Sonnet 86 Post by :johneze Category :Poems Author :Edmund Spenser Date :March 2011 Read :6324

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Amoretti: Sonnet 86

Since I did leave the presence of my Love,
Many long weary dayes I have outworne,
And many nights, that slowly seemd to move
Theyr sad protract from evening untill morn.
For, when as day the heaven doth adorne,
I wish that night the noyous day would end:
And when as night hath us of light forlorne,
I wish that day would shortly reascend.
Thus I the time with expectation spend,
And faine my griefe with chaunges to beguile,
That further seemes his terme still to extend,
And maketh every minute seem a myle.
So sorrowe still doth seem too long to last;
But ioyous houres do fly away too fast.





(The end)
Edmund Spenser's poem: Amoretti: Sonnet 86

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